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Wife Forced to Fuck the Bulldog, by Jezebel Rose

My eyes opened to the sight of my husband standing in front of our king-sized bed. With me sprawled out right in the middle, I tapped the side of the bed where he usually slept.

“Come to bed hun,” I whispered, knowing he must have had a long day at work if he was coming home so late at night.

Something in the room made a noise with which I was unfamiliar. Listening closely, I realized it sounded like heavy breathing. Deep, heavy breathing.

“What’s that sound?” I whispered, holding a single finger up to my lips and looking up at my husband.

Jackson had a curious smile across his face as I heard him jingle something in his hands.

I bent up on the bed and looked down at hand. My eyes following the red leash, I saw a large bulldog on the floor. The dog pulled against his restraints trying to get up on the bed. Despite his best efforts, it seemed as if Jackson had him under control.

His fur was black and short. Stocky body, but short and muscular; it was not a breed I was fond of.

“You bought us a dog?”

Coming out of delirious dreamy sleep, I could not even hardly comprehend what was going on. We had decided on not getting a dog because he worked all day, and I stayed at home as an artist. I told him I certainly did not want to take care of it, so that seemed to end the conversation, and the decision to get an animal in the first place.

Jackson watched my reaction, his brow furrowing, “I did get us a dog, and you’re going to take care of him.”

Immediately I felt enraged. Anger coursed through my body, through my veins, through every single cell in my body. How dare he?

“Now, I’m the one that has to take care of him? I will not! He is your damn dog!”

His hand released from the leash as he threw his hands up in anger, “I’m the man of the house, and you will do as I say!”

My face felt the sting of his hand, had it come, but it never did. The dog turned towards Jackson and growled, baring his long white fangs at the man.

“That’s right, you tell him Roofus!”

I screamed at Jackson to leave the room. Despite not wanting the dog, it was nice to have someone on my side for a change.

Reaching down, I ran my hand over his thin hair. Short, but soft, I felt down the entire length of his body. He was a beautiful breed that was for sure.

Remembering all the things that came with taking care of a dog, I grabbed the dog by the collar and led him into the other room, where I expected my husband to be.

Roofus dug his hind legs into the floor and plopped his butt right down. He looked eagerly up at me.

“Not leaving the bedroom, are we?” I said to the dog, staring at him.

I did not have the energy to mess with the dog any longer, so I let go of him and climbed back into bed. Rolling over, I immediately felt myself falling into sleep. My body relaxing, I felt something push up against my back. It was the dog.

Frustrated, I pushed back against him, trying to get him to move so I could get back to sleep.

The dog grunted in annoyance, shuffled a bit, then pushed back even harder.

“Jackson! Get your fucking dog out of here, right now!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, perhaps even waking the neighbors next door. Not giving a fuck any longer, I got out of bed and ran into the living room.

My husband stood right around the corner, “Going somewhere?”

I backed up into the bedroom as he slowly walked forward.

“You really need to learn your place,” he said as he pushed me backward onto the bed.

My panties pulled down my legs and over my feet, “Tonight, you’re going to learn that lesson.”

It was not like Jackson to be like this. Rather than pushing him off, I let him continue. It was turning me on.

Feeling myself between my legs, I watched as he pulled off his jacket and wrapped the arms around my eyes. No longer able to see and focusing on my other senses, I quickly found that his tongue was sliding up my leg towards my pussy.

Eagerly moaning for him, I felt his tongue run the entire length of my other leg, and lick around between both legs. His motions seemed almost erratic as I heard his breaths come deeper and harder with each long lick from his tongue.

I reached up to pull off the blindfold. My hands and arms felt heavy, almost too heavy. Sensing the rest of my body falling into relaxation, I felt something was wrong.

“No,” Jackson said, holding my throat down with one hand. I choked against the pressure, “don’t you dare move.”

With his hand on my throat and his mouth whispering in my ear, I noticed the tongue between my legs continuing its path. Curling around my panties, I felt it slide around my pussy. My hair stood on end as I suddenly realized what was going on.

My husband had always wanted to have a threesome with me, and I had always said no. Was this his forceful and implicit response?

“What are you doing!?” I exclaimed, “Is one of your friends here to fuck me too? What kind of sick game is this?”

Jackson had crossed the line in the past by taking things too far sexually, but recently he had seemed to be in his own head. He was not horny for me often, and I did not ever see him jacking off. It almost felt as if an affair was in order.

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